Feldard scowled heavily at the Siswa elf’s reply. He knew little about magic and spirits and things other than battle and engineering but he’d listened in enough to the elf’s ramblings to get the sense that those elf maids were in trouble. He stood up and paced towards the door that the skeletons had come through, frowning. He looked back towards the trio at the other end of the hall, working at a door. “Hurry it up there! We haven’t got all day.”

Maruc winced as he got to the final stages of his rites and prepared to heal himself. The caked blood from the wound at his side and the clawmarks reminded he that soon he must rest properly. Especially as in the back of his mind was the growing concern that they would see more creatures from beyond the grave before they left this temple…if they left this temple.

Halav incarnate was a mighty ally against dark forces, he reminded himself looking at the blasted remains of the undead scattered about the room. The minutes ticked by as his rites drew to a close and he again summoned the healing power of his god to staunch his wounds.

Maruc stood up and stretched, “Thank you for your companionship Feldard. Shall we see what our friends are up too? After you.” Maruc followed the dwarf tracing the steps of the others. He was glad of the company this was not a place to left alone in.

“I see nothing magical in here,” said Hasan. “Maybe there’s more for us to see in what you’ve found, Nicolai.” And the elf moved to take up a position behind his curiously lightly armoured, surprisingly soft-footed companion.

Feldard glanced over as the Maruc finished up his prayer rite and nodded brusquely at the thanks—if anything it was HE who should be thanking the priest—ah but the cleric knew he was grateful—it didn’t need saying.

“Bah. They are only checking out the Rahib’s quarters. Our path lies the other way ..into the Forbidden Area.” But despite his words the dwarf led the way to the hall where the others were just as they prepared to open the door.

The long minutes stretched by as the mage watched Nicolai carefully investigate the door, he seemed satisfied at last. “I’ve Dentiata’s wand ready in case anything unforeseen happens.” he edged in the room to get a good line of fire into the doorway. He took pains no to get into anyone else’s way as they prepared to open the door.

“You should not venture in there,” replied the Siswa robotically. “These are the private chambers of the Rahib.”

Nicolai unsheathed his sword, and waited for everyone to get in position. Saeth stood to the side of the doorway and paid no heed to the impatient dwarf’s remark, nor the Siswa’s, and nodded her readiness to the rogue. At the cue, Nicolai still kneeling, gently opened the door—ready duck to the side if his trap-detection skills were lacking. As the door opened, Saeth leapt through, nervously ready to face whatever lay beyond.

The room was a bedchamber. It was carpeted with a rug borrowed from elsewhere in the temple, and the bedspread bore the designs common to the Siswa temple. The bed was much older than the carpet and spread, and was of an intricately carved elven design.

As Hasan entered the chamber, his dwoemered eyes detected a glow emanating from the east wall of the room.

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Hasan walked to the bed, saying, “Hmm, Saeth, look at this woodwork. It is extraordinary. Probably Elyrian, I’ve seen similar work above, but nothing like this. Craft like this should never have been hidden underground — er, is the Dwarf nearby?”

He then turned to investigate the wall, warning his companions, “careful now, there’s something magical here.”

“Yeah, I heard that. Quit gawking at the damn bed, you can rest after we’ve found the Eye and freed the captured maids.” Feldard stood watch at the doorway, arms folded impatiently, letting the others investigate the bedchamber. The less he had to deal with magicks and such, the better.

With no immediate danger apparent Miklos used the opportunity to investigate the remainder of the paper scattered on the desk in the study. He looked up from his studies as the priest entered. “Ah Maruc, what do you think you a determin from these notes and such? I’m not familiar with the priesthood, there might be something here I’d miss.”

The priest made his way through to the Rahibs study. “Be careful, you do not know what defences the Rahib has used for protect his belongings with. Priests that are based for period somewhere would normally consecrate some area for praying, I doubt whether we would wish to enter such an area. Now lets see what clues he has left us.” Maruc then proceeded a systematic search of the chamber for any evidence of the Sons of Night.

“As yet this has been his most unusual action. I don’t think he is under the sway of some subtle charm so I’m guessing it was a private matter, he was their prisoner after all. Perhaps after we have investigated these rooms we shall question him.” the mage returned to his searches. “Have you found anything of interest?”

Saeth’s eye scanned the bed momentarily before giving a slight shrug, oblivious to the ammunition it might give the Dwarf. “I’ve looted better. What do you see that’s bespelled? That, not the bed, is worth concerning ourselves with.” As he responded, Saeth joined Miklos’ search.